Sunday, August 30, 2009

Hands, Heart, Lungs

So I recently acquired three new albums[1], Little Boots' Hands, Florence and the Machine's Lungs, and Ida Maria's not quite thematically continuing Fortress 'round My heart. I've been told that this was utterly predictable as they're all my type.
Ms Welch displays a fine pair of lungs
Ms Sivertsen gives us a moody stare
Ms Hasketh pretends surprise at being photographed

I don't see it myself. Is there a similarity to their look I'm missing? A possible explanation is my partiality to female vocalists, but that hardly constitutes a type; it's a preference in my music rather than in my life.

As it turns out there's a similarity between two of the albums on the back:

Both Ida Maria and Florence and the Machine have chosen to decorate their back cover with anatomical diagrams of a heart and some lungs respectively. Where's the fortress Ida Maria?

Boots, rather than having a picture of some hands, or maybe some small footwear, decides that her back cover needs another picture of herself. Fair enough.

But, you ask, enough of the covers, what of the music? Well, I was hoping for more from Florence, but it seems the singles are her best songs. Here's her cover of Beyonce's Halo

Ida Maria is pretty good, although her voice suffers in comparison to the other two. Here she is doing an acoustic version of her hit I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked with an excellent hat.

I've followed Boots on Youtube for about 9 months and there are all kinds of early versions and covers from her bedroom there, and finally getting the full studio effect on the album is absolutely stunning. Here she is back in her bedroom, doing a cover of Kate Bush's Running Up That Hill

[1] Yes, on CD. How 20th century of me!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

007: Diversity Champion

Bond has got into an argument with Captain Troop, the Secret Service's Head of Admin:

Perversely, and knowing it would annoy, Bond put forward the proposition that, if MI5 and the Secret Service were to concern themselves seriously with the atom age 'intellectual spy', they must employ a certain number of intellectuals to counter them. 'Retired officers of the Indian Army,' Bond had pronounced, 'can't possibly understand the thought processes of a Burgess or a Maclean. They won't even know such people exist - let alone be in a position to frequent their cliques and get to know their friends and their secrets ... they wouldn't take the risk of revealing themselves to some man with a trench-coat and a cavalry moustache and a beta minus mind.'

That sounds pretty sensible to me. Troop's only real complaint might be that intellectuals might not be disciplined enough, or perhaps too idealistic to make good...

'Oh really,' Troop had said with icy calm. 'So you suggest we should staff the organisation with long-haired perverts. That's quite an original notion. I thought we were all agreed that homosexuals were about the worst security risk there is...

Fortunately Bond, a forward-thinking, progressive diversity champion will surely take on this bigoted dinosaur...

'All intellectuals aren't homosexual. And some of them are bald...'
all quotes from From Russia With Love, Ian Fleming

Hmm. Unfortunately we never see the final committee meeting and Bond never has to decide whether to submit an unpopular minority report opposing the committee's recommendations as instead he goes to Istanbul to meet Tatiana Romanova and steal a Spektor machine. Damn those Russians for interfering with the schedules of British Civil Service meetings!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Displacement Activity

Tomorrow is GCSE results day. I'm actually quite nervous, although not as nervous as the kids, of course. The question is whether nervous is better than bored. You know you're bored when, after helping a friend move some furniture you send this text:

As a prank I sent Claire a text saying that I hid your bureau for a prank and she has to find it. This should be hours of fun!

Anyway, in between getting bored and nervous I've been worrying about Barack Obama. It seems he's going on holiday and has five books to read. To which I ask, what's he going to do the rest of the time?

(I'm joking. He has two children. 2,300 pages of book should be plenty.)

Friday, August 14, 2009

Not On Holiday

This is not how I feel at the moment:

Sinitta, So Macho.

I had gone away on holiday, but fell ill, so I'm back at home. Why is it that when I don't have a choice lounging around is boring, but I've enjoyed spending most of the summer break sitting in gardens and parks reading?